The Faults of Philosophy: On Not Needing Reason
Sometimes the pain is absurd
Still it’s what fate decides
- The Lonely Night
Now that I’m falling to the sunlights and a song
I want to know do I stay or do I go
And do I have to do just one
And can I choose again if I should lose the reason?
We start with a thought. Structuring through scaffolds into a school.
A rhythm leads to a loop, rolling towards identity.
The building stays up, reinforced by our beliefs, the building stays up, in part, because we believe
Before the thought there was only fate and consequence
Through thought, fate and consequence are reimagined
Imagination becoming fate, becomes consequence through the ephemeral
Logic interferes, between the imagination, the unavoidable trajectory
Was our conceptualization a doing something again already
Has all this happened before without us? Or were we here before but with differing memories
The pain feels similar to before, the tired body shown wasting
It has all happened before, but with fresh re-working
Thus part of philosophy is starting over, anew
Even better than we started before
With no promises of any given conclusion
Just an opportunity to start again
Thank you, philosophy